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azaad4l - we don't die lyrics
we don’t take the words
of a boaster without suspicion
we don’t get blood spatters of
deceit and murder
our bodies die but we don’t die
when we live we don’t live
with the support of our bodies
we live with the support of words (hymns/speeches)
just like the blood pumps through these veins
if i get up again, don’t think i’ll get buried again
my songs come rushing through like a flood
unsupported good artists keep on going with fear
don’t think that all the rappers get plaid only after their deaths
the heads of the poor are supporting the wealth of the upper
class
people lie dead here and charges and running there
they keep on playing in the house with the intentions to demolish
it
today the things i used to joke about are a reality
change the history in their books
put the kids in politics before they get to school
sell drugs out in the open and feed it to the kids
kept on writing “inquilab” (long live revolution) in each book
i wonder what bhagat singh used to have in his diet
(they) don’t let another warrior be born in punjab
they keep on putting our bullish bodies on chitta (heroin)
the politicians are getting pushed around in drug politics
not a real punjabi, are asal (punjabi word for
real/geniune/authentic) punjabi
the songs livlihood, temperament and breed are all punjabi
we rule over the villages and are the nawabs of the world
we live in the village, we are buried in the village
those who call tupac two_pack…
[laughter]
those who call tupac two_pack
i will set their logic aflame
listen to black folk, white folk and the talks of the era
if you get the time, read the book by marx
nothing bad in rap, no cussing at the women
my beef is no longer just with my foes
now the government by the people
of the people is not for the people
today’s politics is dirtier than the gutter
you can take the soldier for the border from here
once you’re done eating you can take the farmers to protest on
the roads
_ take our water
and if we say anything take our voice
when nothing is left you can then take punjabi lives
[?]
“i am not worried at all, none at all!
they’re gonna k!ll the bull? get them k!lled?
they’re gonna get thugs to k!ll us? when all of this has
happened_ but!
there’s 2 young bulls behind me!
one is about 5 and the other one is about 3
they’ve got the same gurhti (origin).”
after 90% of the sacrifices (for freedom)
we still have to get pushed around for our rights here
half of our youth, k!lled by the heroin syringes
and the other uprooted half is leaning towards white folk
they label a genocide as a riot
i ask ‘who brought victory to the losing nation?’
sometimes it’s “12 o clock” (a slur aimed at sikhs)
sometimes we’re “terrorists”
do they feel no shame while trolling like this?
where you will never find people begging for money
where our sisters might die but won’t be sold
the one who were in ’84 might be a joke for you
put tires around there heads and set them on fire
tied their hair on the back of a scooter
where the street dogs at the flesh off of us
mothers kept on waiting for their kids who went out to play
they asked them to return soon as they went to the house of
god
where the body might die, but the conscience doesn’t die
we sit in the ditches, richest in the world
dhan (wealthy; in wisdom) guru ram das
dhan (wealthy; in wisdom) sai mian mir
they fired with the zafarnamas but left their arrows on the
earth
before 2000, in 47′ the outsiders (colonizers) itentions rained
on punjab
a lot have arrived, and a lot have gone
no government was made like the one of maharaja ranjit
we don’t take the words
of a boaster without suspect
we don’t get blood spatters of
deceit and murder committed
our bodies die but we don’t die
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